The prince is very cruel

"But the premise is that you are never allowed to enter the capital for the rest of your life."

Hearing this, Guan Ning sneered. Are you finally stopping pretending?

In the end, he was afraid of himself, worried that he would become the spark that cleared up the injustice that happened many years ago.

"Empress Fuxi wanted me to come and persuade you."

"If you have it, hand it over."

"If you don't have any, then quickly hand over the information and informants you know. I will find a way to find them. As long as we find the blueprints, it will be a great achievement, and you can leave."

"At worst, you can save your life, right?"

"Now that the rebels are heading north, Your Majesty has to rely on the power of Zhenfei's maternal family to contain them, so... do you understand what I mean?" If he had a deeper meaning, it was probably because of his identity, so he didn't want to say it too clearly.

Guan Ning nodded. Of course he understood. To put it bluntly, it was an exchange of interests.

"Where are my family?"

"How's the family?"

Yan Jun was stunned for a moment. It was already this late, and he still had the mood to talk about anything else?

He said patiently, "It's all fine. Princess Nanyin and the others have been working hard on your behalf these days, but the situation is chaotic and many of their methods are simply not feasible."

"Even though Empress Fuxi made an exception and left the secluded place for you, she still only got this one condition."

Hearing this, Guan Ning couldn't help but frown.

The words sounded ordinary, but he knew that Empress Fuxi had probably sacrificed a lot for him. She didn't want to return to the palace, nor was she willing to admit her identity. She had broken with the old emperor long ago.

Thinking of this, he just felt guilty.

Take a deep breath: "Okay!"

"I can hand over all the intelligence and informants I know to help Your Majesty find the third mold."

"But I have a condition!"

His eyes were as bright as lightning, and he was not at all burdened by the prison uniform. Since the old emperor had no shame, he didn't need to pretend to be a loyal minister.

"What conditions?" Yan Jun's eyes lit up and he saw hope.

"I want to see my family leave the capital safely first!" Guan Ning blurted out.

Yan Jun frowned immediately: "This..."

"Your Majesty has already made a promise to Her Majesty, otherwise Her Majesty would not have allowed me to come here."

Guan Ning shook his head: "This is my only condition."

"Tell His Majesty that it's only a matter of time before my informants and clues lead to the third mold. I've already made some progress."

"I won't cooperate unless I see my family leave safely!"

He knew very well what kind of people emperors were. They only cared about interests, not credibility.

If that were the case, then so many loyal ministers and generals throughout history would not have ended up with their entire families being executed.

Yan Jun was in a dilemma and wanted to persuade him again, but when he saw Guan Ning's eyes, he nodded: "Okay, I will convey it to you."

"Just wait for news in the Heavenly Prison."

Having said that, he was about to leave.

Apparently, he was allowed to come by the old emperor, but he was repaying the favor of Empress Fuxi.

"Lord Sikong, wait a minute!" Guan Ning said again.

Yan Jun stopped and turned around: "Master Guan, what else can I do for you?"

Guan Ning said: "Please convey two more words for me."

"Say a few words to Empress Fuxi, thank her for saving me, and if I survive, I will reward her handsomely."

"Also, tell my wife to keep everything normal and not to panic."

These words didn't mean anything, so Yan Jun nodded and agreed directly: "Okay."

The sky prison fell into silence and darkness again. Guan Ning sat down slowly, but this time he could no longer remain calm and wait.

"If Xiliang rebels, then other places will soon rebel too."

"The world is on the verge of chaos. Given the internal situation of the Wu Dynasty, it is difficult to reverse the situation."

"This happened faster and harder than I expected. I have to think about my next move."

He muttered to himself quietly, not feeling worried about his current situation. Instead, leaving the capital was what he wanted to do, as there would be fewer restrictions and the sky would be high and free for him to fly.

"..."

The capital city, shrouded in the bitter cold, is much more desolate than usual.

The impact of the Xiliang Rebellion was enormous. Food and cloth in the capital began to decrease on a large scale, and they were even unavailable in many places.